Giving up on determination,
there never was a better taste
than the first drink since being sober.
Give us only a taste.
And we’ve thrown out Steps and programs
for rooms with dim lighting.
After eight months going nowhere,
we had no reason to leave.
Replacing outsides and daylight
with Irish Whiskey.
Every paycheck dodges deposit.
There a bills we must pay.
And it’s all we’ve been told
by the demons who control
our usual days.
Our usual days.
Which ones we cannot name.
Losing track of time and date.
Though it sounds strange,
these are our usual days.
Our usual days.
There’s no more outsides.
No more daylights.
Goodbye sunshine.
They’re all replaced.
All replaced
By what we’ve been told
by the demons who control.
Just what have we been sold?
Our usual days. (3x)
All replaced (2)